Blackie & the Rodeo Kings - Paleface lyrics

rate me

I don't need to be all things

to everyone but to you I can't try any harder

holding my half up in this arrangement

keeps landing me in hot water

oh to bring good will

I know that I can't buy you flowers

oh to cure your ills

would take more will than ours

gold dust at my feet

grease in my hair

shoes of black leather

kiss me again my sweet

and make my pale face grow redder

oh this ring comes from my girl

and this coat belongs to my brother

there's room for one other

in this hiding place

there is no disgrace

I can hear the trumpet

like Gabriel blowing out its reveille

the march of the saints

and roll call in heaven

far over the deep blue sea

oh the morning light

can be mistaken for the sundown

oh you set your sights

and you find your map's the wrong way round

gold dust etc

this ring etc

if you stay right here

I could be right back

I could give you some feathers to lay on

it's a lonesome ride and the deck is stacked

but we all need a hand to play on

gold dust etc

oh this ring etc

there is no disgrace

there is no disgrace